that it would guide her home, because God knew she didn’t trust herself to do it. She certainly didn’t trust Luke.
“What exactly are you mad about, Olivia?”
“Nothing,” she said.
“You’re a terrible liar,” he said. “Things were going okay, and now you’re mad at me.”
“What does it matter? Nothing that happened tonight is real.”
“Something made you mad. I want to know what.”
“Like you care when I’m mad. You like making me mad.”
“Sure,” he said. “I like making you mad on purpose. Just a little bit mad. A bit of annoyance here and there. But when I do that, you can bet I do it for fun, and you can bet I don’t do it on accident. This is different.”
“Did you honestly have... Did you do...” She stumbled over the words, too embarrassed to talk about it in front of him. Which made her feel silly, and childish. She had no idea how to combat it. She cleared her throat. “With a woman. In that bathroom?”
He chuckled, the sound somehow absent of humor, flat in the cab of the truck, the only other sound the engine and the tires on the road. “You’re mad about that?”
“You kissed me,” she said. “I think I have a right to know where you’ve been.”
“I’m well traveled, kiddo, and I think you already know that.”
“In the bathroom?” she asked, incredulous. “And everybody in the bar knew what you were doing?”
“We didn’t have sex technically speaking.” He paused for a moment. “At least, not in the bathroom.”
“Then why is your name on the wall?” she pressed.
“Something happened in there, not going to lie to you about that. And Wyatt Dodge is a dick when he’s drunk.”
She could hardly imagine Wyatt, who was like a steady older brother to her in many ways, behaving like such a... Such a juvenile frat boy. “Wyatt carved your name onto the sex wall?”
Luke huffed out a laugh. “Yes. But seriously, Olivia, I was like twenty-four years old, and so was he.”
“I’m twenty-five,” she said. “And I think it’s immature.”
“You’re eighty down to your soul,” he said.
“Still,” she snapped, feeling particularly annoyed by that last comment. Mostly because it skimmed a little bit too close to the truth. “That doesn’t make you less gross, and it doesn’t mean that I want you to kiss me to prove points, unless we talk about it beforehand.”
Suddenly, Luke slammed on the brakes and the truck lurched forward. “That does it.” He steered the car off the road onto the shoulder, throwing it into Park, and then turned toward her.
Olivia shrank back, her heart thundering hard from the adrenaline of the abrupt stop, and from the sudden realization of just how small the interior of the truck was. How close he was to her.
“Not everything that happened tonight was fake,” he said.
Her stomach lurched, so hard, so far up that she was afraid it might come out of her mouth. “Yes, it was,” she insisted.
“No,” he said, his voice as rough as the road they’d just been driving on. “It wasn’t.”
Before she could protest, he reached out, wrapping his large hand around the back of her head, drawing her forward. And then Luke was kissing her again. but this wasn’t like The kiss in the bar. There was no audience; there was no excuse for it.
And this time, he wasn’t still. He wasn’t chaste or simple or careful.
He angled his head, forcing her lips apart with his tongue, and her world exploded behind her eyes.
This was Luke. Even in the dark there was no pretending any different.
She lifted her hand, with every intention of pushing him away, but then her fingertips made contact with the scruff on his face, those whiskers that had caught her attention on all those close examinations of him that she caught herself engaged in over the past week. She was touching it. Touching him.
There was only one word that echoed inside of her. A word that didn’t make any sense, but one that shouted loudly nonetheless.
Finally.
She squeezed her eyes shut, so tight that a tear leaked out from one corner. Only because of how tightly she had closed them, not because of emotion. Of course not because of that. This was Luke and she didn’t feel emotions for Luke.
Luke.
Instead of pushing him, she dragged her fingertips along that sharp edge of his jaw, tracing the line of his face down to his chin, brushing her thumb beneath his lower lip as he widened his mouth to taste her even deeper.
She could feel the motion of the kiss under her hand, and somehow, that added to the intensity of the moment.
Which seemed impossible, really. Because the kiss itself was so slick, so hot, so all consuming in a way that she had never imagined a kiss could be.
It eradicated her sense of responsibility, her sense of self. The reason that she was here in this truck with Luke in the first place. The fact that they were on the side of the road—a public road just outside of town where anyone might spot the vehicle and be able to identify it.
None of that seemed as important as what he might do next. As the way he might angle his head, the way the tip of his tongue might trace her lip, might slide against hers.
She was hot all over, her breasts heavy, the ache between her legs a fierce and unrelenting thing that made her feel hollow all the way through.
Luke shifted, pressing both of his hands between her shoulder blades before moving them down her back, coming to rest on her hips. He gripped her hard, his fingertips digging into her skin, through the thin fabric of her dress and her leggings.
Then, suddenly she found herself being hauled across the cab of the truck, as Luke quickly undid her seat belt and drew her up onto his lap, positioning them both at the center of the bench seat, her back to the dashboard.
He pulled her hard against him, until she could feel that telltale, uncompromising ridge between her legs. There was one moment where she thought about protesting. Where she had a spare brain cell in her head that told her she needed to put an end to this.
But it was only a moment. And when he flexed his hips forward, meeting that place at the apex of her thighs that was so desperate, so needy for some satisfaction, it burst into blinding brilliant light, lost completely in the heat and intensity of the moment.
He kept one hand placed at her hip, raised the other one and cupped her face, his hand sliding around behind her head, sifting through her hair as he continued to kiss her, deep and slick.
Then he abandoned her lips, and she groaned, her sound of regret quickly replaced
